25. Let’s Go To Bed
LET’S GO TO BED
FOX
Ihave had the worst case of blue balls. But you can’t just ask to make love to your wife who went through a nasty accident and is still pretending she doesn’t remember you.
So, I have been doing whatever I can to seduce her without being too obvious about it, and finally, when she gave in, I lost my cool.
I fucked her like a feral animal, and I should feel bad about it, I should’ve given her a bed and romance—but this wasn’t sex, this was me claiming her, and I can’t regret how it went down.
But now that my cock and my brain are not desperately trying to get inside her, I can give her a bed and make love to her the way I want to—explore her body, which I’ve missed so much.
This isn’t about slamming into her like a beast—this is about savoring every inch of her, worshipping, making her feel cherished.
Her skin’s still slick from our kitchen escapade, her thighs trembling as I lay her down on the bed.
I can smell us—the tang of sweat, the musk of sex, the faint sweetness of her arousal clinging to the air.
I take off her dress, then her bra. Her panties are on the floor in the kitchen.
Her breasts rise and fall with every breath, those pale, perfect mounds still flushed from how rough I was with her moments ago.
Her nipples are hard little peaks, begging for my mouth, which I’m going to taste because I’m taking my time this round.
Her pussy is still swollen, glistening with my cum from before, and the sight of it makes my cock jerk.
It’s heavy, throbbing, aching to be inside her again like we weren’t just there moments ago.
I kneel between her legs, spreading them wider, watching her pussy lips part like they’re inviting me back in.
Fuck, she’s so wet, so fucking hot.
I drag two fingers through her slit, feeling the sticky mess we’ve made, and she gasps, arching off the bed.
“Fox,” she whimpers, her voice trembling.
My balls tighten.
I lean down, pressing my lips to her inner thigh, tasting the salt of her skin.
My tongue teases her, licking a slow, torturous path toward her cunt.
When I finally drag it through her folds, tasting her and me, she moans, her hands fisting the sheets.
Her clit’s swollen, begging for attention, and I suck it into my mouth, fucking her with my tongue until she’s trembling, her hips jerking uncontrollably.
I dip my finger inside her and bring it to her mouth. “Taste us.”
She does, her eyes on me, and I can’t wait. I just can’t.
I slide into her again, but this time it’s slow, deliberate, every inch of my cock stretching her out.
She’s so warm, so soft.
I groan, gripping her hips as I bottom out.
Her pussy clenches around me, trying to milk me dry.
“I could come just from the way you feel,” I murmur against her lips.
“Hmm,” she purrs, her eyes drowsy, a smile on her face.
She’s glowing.
I start to move, rocking into her with lazy, deep thrusts, letting her feel every inch of me.
Her breasts bounce with each movement, and I lean down to suck a nipple into my mouth, biting and teasing until she’s writhing beneath me.
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I can feel her heartbeat pounding against my chest.
Her pussy’s wet, tight, and I can’t get enough of the way she grips me, like she’s trying to keep me inside her forever.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and I can feel her orgasm building, her muscles fluttering around my cock.
When she comes, it’s with a cry, her body trembling as she clenches around me. I follow her over the edge, claiming her again in the most primal way possible.
We’re both panting, sticky, but I’m not ready to let her go yet.
I collapse beside her, pulling her against me, my cock twitching with the aftershocks of her pussy’s tight grip.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her.
She nuzzles into me.
“Don’t fall asleep, sweetheart,” I warn her.
“Why?” She kisses my chest, nibbles on my flesh.
“Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”